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Maria/super hella gay/in a relationship/emily is my love/

Oct 21
dimplesmcsassmaster:

maythe-magic-bewithyou:

clingychinatsu:

kiango:

imvanntastic:

joroxoutloud:

fuckingjayy:

chyeaahitssean:

willz:

willz:

Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick. 
If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them. 
If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends. 
This is not fake. 

Oh fuck, this was on the news today.

son of a…

FUCK.

i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted

LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.

I SWEAR IM NOT REBLOGGING BECAUSE OF THE WARNING BUT THAT’S A RAD-ASS PICTURE

Well… Better reblog then

That picture is so freak! Scew the warning.The picture. It’s all about the picture!!!

The thing in the background 0.o


aint takin no risks

dimplesmcsassmaster:

maythe-magic-bewithyou:

clingychinatsu:

kiango:

imvanntastic:

joroxoutloud:

fuckingjayy:

chyeaahitssean:

willz:

willz:

Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick. 

If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them. 

If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends. 

This is not fake. 

Oh fuck, this was on the news today.

son of a…

FUCK.

i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted

LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.

I SWEAR IM NOT REBLOGGING BECAUSE OF THE WARNING BUT THAT’S A RAD-ASS PICTURE

Well… Better reblog then

That picture is so freak! Scew the warning.The picture. It’s all about the picture!!!

The thing in the background 0.o

aint takin no risks

(via percy-in-my-pants)


thelunaticyouarelookingfor:

sernacht:

So, I was in the car today and saw someone with the license plate “X0DUS3 5”, so I thought it was like Exodus 3:5 and I looked it up, and do you know what it said?

"Do not come any closer."

Now that’s a well done biblical license plate.

(via you-do-you-boo-boo)


  • percy: swaggity swag whats in the bag
  • percy: *discovers the lightning bolt*
  • percy: motherfuck

justadashofsarcasm:

deluxetoaster:

can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best

can this club have a support person that helps us to study because we didn’t need to before so we don’t know how to now 

(via you-do-you-boo-boo)


bandom-pride:

Cute things to call your girlfriend

1: honey
2: sweetie
3: sugar
4: we’re
5: going
6: down
7: swinging

(via you-do-you-boo-boo)


feferi-commander-of-booty-peixes:

trenchcoatinimpala:

things you don’t point out about people:

  • acne
  • cuts
  • Scars
  • body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
  • fat rolls/curves
  • how much/how little they’re eating
  • how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
  • How fat they are.
  • If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
  • If they sweat a lot

don’t do it

don’t

If they spit when they talk

If they stutter

(via you-do-you-boo-boo)


bizarrest:

I imagine potential scenarios of tomorrow’s events before i fall asleep

(via intensional)


Oct 20
angrywocunited:

khymeira:

howtobeafuckinglady:

please refrain from making transphobic comments and just like appreciate how amazing amiyah’s hair is 

What a time to be alive

angrywocunited:

khymeira:

howtobeafuckinglady:

please refrain from making transphobic comments and just like appreciate how amazing amiyah’s hair is 

What a time to be alive

image

(via twinkleofaspoopypumpkin)


wholetjackdrive:

pancakereport:

thinkingupblognamesishard:

newandclassicemo:

A high school banned the marching band from playing Fall Out Boy songs because the lyrics were suggestive.

A marching band

Isn’t allowed to play Fall Out Boy 

Because of suggestive lyrics

Marching bands are instrumental

The High School Band Can’t Play Fall Out Boy Songs Because The Lyrics Are Suggestive by Panic! At The Disco.

TO SEE A MARCHING BAND

this whole post is an emo train wreck and i love it

(via souper-man-and-stuff)


mangocianamarch:

creepyold-kit-hands:

#no kitten food goes in the bowl #then food goes in you #you seem to have confused a step

#if i fits i sits

mangocianamarch:

creepyold-kit-hands:

#no kitten food goes in the bowl #then food goes in you #you seem to have confused a step

#if i fits i sits

(via zeeerawr)


  • me: "no honestly I'm the most chill person you'll ever meet"
  • me: *throws shade 24/7*
  • me: *blatantly hates everyone and everything*
  • me: *is overdramatic*
  • me: *is a major asshole*
  • me: *complains about everything*

dontneedyourheroact:

shout out to natalie dormer and nicki minaj for both walking a fine line between ‘ethereal princess’ and ‘otherworldly predator’

(via communistbakery)


gay update: getting gayer

(via blackorwhitelife)


kareshare:

It’s so hard trying not to miss you

(via blackorwhitelife)


I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to stand on top of the Brooklyn Bridge and jump as if wings would magically grow and I’d fly somewhere to safety. I don’t know how a knife feels against my skin, when the blood leaks onto my pillows, and gets all over my blanket. I never had to hide pill bottles under my bed so my mother and friends wouldn’t find out whenever they came over. I never had swim too far out into the ocean and hope the waves would somehow consume me, and I’d drown physically as I already did mentally.


No, I was never brave enough to take my own life. I can’t say I will ever do so. And you may say I do not understand what it is like to wake up in the morning and wish I was laying with the dirt and soil. You can say that I don’t understand what it’s like to taste my own blood when I speak. No, I do not understand the tears that flow out of your eyes every night and I may never understand how you smile when you literally feel like death is riding with you every step of the way. I may not see darkness covering the sun and I may not feel the burn of this invisible match you try to set your own house down with, but I want to. I want you to show me what it is that drives you to the edge of this cliff you wish I’d push you off of.


And if you do, let me show you my side too. I want you to taste the sunlight on your skin and let these birds show you what it’s like to be liberated. Some mornings, even the sun does not wish to rise but it does every single day. Don’t you think the moon cries on some nights too? My dear, we all shed tears but I do not wish to drown in them. I do not wish for you to swim in your own pool of blood. So listen to me - I may not be brave enough to leave this life behind but I am strong enough to stay. I think you are too.


Death is not a topic I choose to write about. I could write about broken hearts and love steered wrong but not death, not even my own. Because I do not wish for the changing of weathers to end. I don’t choose to get lost in forests, but I do and so will you. You choose to swim but why let yourself drown? If you ride this roller coaster, you are going up but how can you expect it to just go one way? Where is the fun in that? Up and down, up and down - that is science. That is reality.


Stop locking yourself up in your room. You spend so many nights with wet blankets and so many dawns with tired, swollen eyes. Be strong and hold on. These self-inflicted wounds will lead to scars you wear on your skin forever. You try to hide these stories but stories are meant to be shared. You are built to endure, to be tough, and to be sturdy. You are born to fix and be fixed, not by me or anyone else but yourself. You are your own mess and my mother always told me that if I made it, I better clean it up. I believe that you can.


I may not understand but I want to. Let me in, please let me in so I can just listen. Because sometimes all you may need is someone just to be there, to watch you start to build yourself back together.

A love letter to all those I couldn’t save (via blackorwhitelife)

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